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The Rebel.

I am the unutterable grief, I am the trembling first touch of the virgin,

By Rakibul IslamPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
The Rebel.
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I am the unutterable grief, I am the trembling first touch of the virgin, I am the throbbing tenderness of her first stolen kiss. I am the fleeting glance of the veiled beloved, I am her constant surreptitious gaze... I am the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth, I am the wild fire of the woods, I am Hell’s mad terrific sea of wrath! I ride on the wings of lightning with joy and profundity, I scatter misery and fear all around, I bring earthquakes on this world! I am the rebel eternal, I raise my head beyond this world, High, ever erect and alone!

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    Written by Rakibul Islam